{"product_id":"2940013902510","title":"THE ADVENTURE CLUB AFLOAT","description":"CHAPTER I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHOW IT STARTED\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Adventure Club had its inception, one evening toward the last of\u003cbr\u003eJune, in Number 17 Sumner Hall, which is the oldest, most vine-hidden\u003cbr\u003eand most hallowed of the seven dormitories of Dexter Academy. It was a\u003cbr\u003eparticularly warm evening, the two windows were wide open and the\u003cbr\u003egreen-shaded light on the study table in the centre of the room had been\u003cbr\u003eturned low--Sumner prided itself on being conservative to the extent of\u003cbr\u003egas instead of electricity and tin bathtubs instead of porcelain--and in\u003cbr\u003ethe dim radiance the three occupants of the room were scarcely more than\u003cbr\u003edarker blurs.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSince final examinations had ended that afternoon and Graduation Day was\u003cbr\u003eonly some twenty-eight hours away, none of the three was doing anything\u003cbr\u003emore onerous than yawning, and the yawn which came from Perry Bush,\u003cbr\u003edidn't sound as though it cost much of an effort. It was, rather, a\u003cbr\u003ecomfortable, sleepy yawn, one that expressed contentment and relief, a\u003cbr\u003esort of \"Glad-that's-over-and-I'm-still-alive\" yawn.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was a window-seat under each casement in Number 17, and each was\u003cbr\u003eoccupied by a recumbent figure. Perry was on the right-hand seat, his\u003cbr\u003ehands under his head and one foot sprawled on the floor, and Joe\u003cbr\u003eIngersoll was in the other, his slim, white-trousered legs jack-knifed\u003cbr\u003eagainst the darker square of the open window. Near Joe, his feet tucked\u003cbr\u003esociably against Joe's ribs, Steve Chapman, the third of the trio,\u003cbr\u003ereclined in a Morris chair. I use the word reclined advisedly, for Steve\u003cbr\u003ehad lowered the back of the chair to its last notch, and to say that he\u003cbr\u003ewas sitting would require a stretch of the imagination almost as long as\u003cbr\u003eSteve himself! Through the windows Steve could see the dark masses of\u003cbr\u003ethe campus elms, an occasional star between the branches, and, by\u003cbr\u003eraising his head the fraction of an inch, the lights in the upper story\u003cbr\u003eof Hawthorne, across the yard. Somewhere under the trees outside a group\u003cbr\u003eof fellows were singing to the accompaniment of a wailing ukelele. They\u003cbr\u003esang softly, so that the words floated gently up to the open casements\u003cbr\u003ejust distinguishable:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e      \"_Years may come and years may go,\u003cbr\u003e        Seasons ebb and seasons flow,\u003cbr\u003e        Autumn lie 'neath Winters' snow,\u003cbr\u003e      Spring bring Summer verdancy.\u003cbr\u003e        Life may line our brow with care,\u003cbr\u003e        Time to silver turn our hair,\u003cbr\u003e        Still, to us betide whate'er,\u003cbr\u003e      Dexter, we'll remember thee!_","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47070510121200,"sku":"2940013902510","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013902510_p0.jpg?v=1763596870","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013902510","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}